"Ding, the twelfth floor has arrived. ”

Ren Hongyuan walked out of the elevator with an old-fashioned gift box, looked around and found that there should have been only one gate on the floor where there should have been three households.

"I've heard Li Xinde say a long time ago, in order to shoot Feng Yiming's ass, Zhu Han opened up all six houses on the upper and lower floors, and there were even game rooms, billiard rooms, and screening halls inside. Ren Erfu pouted and said: "It's not that the houses in this community are all for the 100 people plan, even if they are left, they should be from the Zhanxiong Group, and he Feng Yiming has not worked in the group......"

"You talk a lot!" Ren Hongyuan motioned to his daughter to knock on the door, and reminded in a low voice: "Li Xinde is Li Yu's wife, and Li Yu is Vice Mayor Feng's nephew, you pay attention to me!"

Ren Erfu shrugged, thinking that there is a bottom line for choosing his own target, and the wife will not touch it!

Ren Hongyuan has a headache for his daughter's homosexual tendencies, even though their family has lived in the West for many years, but the couple's concept in this regard is still very old-fashioned, they are really afraid that their daughter will suddenly hug a girl and run over one day and say: This is your son-in-law......

The door opened, and the first thing that came out was a delicate little face, and then the slender and tall figure made Renerf's eyes shine.

"It's Teacher Ren and Sister Ren, right?"

"You ......"

Ren Hongyuan moved his hand like lightning, and dialed his daughter behind him, who had not finished speaking, "I'm Ren Hongyuan." ”

Ye Zizi opened the door, poured two cups of tea, and slipped into the kitchen without showing her head, but she had heard about Ren Erfu's Lala gossip early on.

Entering the door, the father and daughter looked left and right, several middle-aged women in the living room were chatting, forcing a group of big men to hide in the dining room to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog, Ren Hongyuan looked at it from a distance, in addition to Feng Wei'an and Ye Huai'an, there were also Li Yu of Tianhe Dairy and a middle-aged man who didn't know, Zhang Changhe, who met in the summer vacation the year before last, was also present, he only took office as the mayor of Jianghe in June this year, but he didn't expect to have time to come to this party.

"Lao Feng, Mayor Zhang is also there. "Ren Hongyuan has had a lot of contact with Feng Wei'an during this time, and he is quite deed, and although he and Zhang Changhe are fellow countrymen, they can even have a relationship with each other, but they have no friendship.

"Tsk, just this sentence will be fined three glasses when it is served later!" Zhang Changhe said dissatisfiedly: "Call him Lao Feng, call me mayor, favor one over the other." ”

"You have an official appearance. Feng Wei'an handed a cigarette to Ren Hongyuan and said with a smile: "Ignore him, sit down and drink tea first." ”

"The two of you are a couple of ...... now," Zhang Changhe complained a few words, and suddenly asked: "Hey, what about your wife, Lao Ren?" Why did you bring your daughter over and say it was a family gathering. ”

"My family is still in the United States, and a project has not been completed, and I can't come back until the end of the year. ”

"How can this work! Living in two places......" Zhang Changhe turned his head and yelled at the kitchen, "The guy who cooks rice, how do you do things, you can't do this little thing......

The kitchen was quiet, and Feng Yiming stood at the door sweating profusely, "Where's Zhang Miao?"

"Hey, it's Feng Shao who cooks today. Ren Hongyuan said with a smile: "I have long heard that Feng Shao's cooking skills are exquisite, and it is estimated that the entire Zhanxiong Group can feast on no more than one hand, right?"

"Young Master Feng?" Zhang Changhe mocked: "It's been more than half a century since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and there are still feudal remnants like the young master?"

"Ahem......" Feng Wei'an was about to speak, and Ye Huai'an snickered on the side: "Old Feng, you explained, people are called Feng Shao, and it has nothing to do with you, the deputy mayor." ”

The faces of both the father and son of the Feng family darkened, but the other person was quite strange in his heart, Zha Jianchi hid in the corner with the corners of his mouth, silently observing this scene.

"What kind of 100-person plan and 10,000-person plan are still being dumped, and the slogan is loud and loud. Zhang Changhe said earnestly: "Teacher Ren is a famous scientist and engineer all over the world, and you can't even solve the work and life problems of his family, and he has the face to claim that he spends ......a lot of money on human resources."

Ye Huaian also helped: "Teacher Ren, my sister-in-law is at Princeton University, right? Why don't you just arrange to go to Beijiang University and help solve the transfer ...... in the city?"

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Ye......" Feng Yiming dragged his long tone and glanced at him mockingly, "You two come to the door empty-handed, even if you are still ready to pack?

Ren Hongyuan, who was in the center of the topic but couldn't interject, simply stopped talking, and looked at it with a smile while drinking tea, in fact, his wife's whereabouts had already been decided, and he would return to the Technology Research Institute of Zhanxiong Group, but last year, his wife took several Chinese students who had not yet graduated from the doctoral program, and Feng Yiming's eyes were green when he saw the person with the title of doctor, and he simply encouraged Ren Hongyuan to persuade his wife to stay in school in the second year and turn those students back to China together.

Zhang Changhe over there didn't give up, cleared his throat and was about to refute, but saw Feng Yiming shouting at the living room, "Zhang Miao, have you finished peeling off?"

"It's coming, it's coming. Zhang Miao ran from the living room in a panic with a bowl.

"Let you peel it in the dining room, do you have to run to the living room, and you like to be among middle-aged and elderly women so much?" Feng Yiming snatched the bowl and looked at it, and said angrily: "Let you peel a garlic head, and you will peel two of them in half an hour!

"You didn't say when you were going to ......"

"You're still reasonable!" Feng Yiming glared, turned around and went back to the kitchen, still muttering in his mouth, "Which young master went to the kitchen to cook......?"

Zhang Changhe in the restaurant behind him was so angry that he slapped the table, this kid is really hard now, he used to suffer losses and look for a place in a roundabout way, but now he comes back face to face, and he has to come back with some interest, and he refuses to eat at all.

"You don't care about your little bunny!"

"He's a little rabbit cub, so what am I?" Feng Wei'an rolled his eyes, "Old rabbit cub?"

Unlike others, Ye Huai'an was the most familiar with the relationship between the family members in the Feng family, and said in surprise: "No, your father and son have been fighting for so many years, when will you protect your son outside, Old Feng?"

"He's my son, can I not protect him?"

"Ahem. Zha Jianchi, who had not spoken, finally found the topic, "It is said that during the Chinese New Year, Yiming was going to collect a few antique tea cups from the Song Dynasty to honor and respect the old Feng. ”

"Tsk, your son ......" Zhang Changhe sighed: "Money can be spiritual!"

"This should be regarded as filial piety, right?" Ren Hongyuan was a little confused, still thinking in his heart, I heard that this kind of Song Dynasty antique is very valuable, and the funds will not go to the group's books......

Everyone sighed, but Feng Wei'an nodded gratefully at Zha Jianchi, but fortunately he didn't tell the embarrassing thing about holding a teacup for three yuan and two as a firewood kiln some time ago.